Chapter 133
“Aaang… I’m done… I’ll never do it again… Not with you…”
“Then I’ll keep going until you say you’ll do it with me.”
Han Yaseong kept pistoning his hips, slamming his lower belly against Choi Yujin’s scorching-hot ass. The sensation was indescribably good. As expected, a woman’s ass was everything. It felt like the core of it all. He couldn’t stop the rhythmic thrusts, utterly addicted to the way her plump, juicy cheeks rubbed against his groin and abdomen.
There was a reason Yaseong was going so hard. He’d secretly slipped into the bathroom before entering the room and devoured that red fruit—to completely sexually subjugate Choi Yujin. He was railing her like a full-on rape now, and she had no idea. Oblivious, all she could do was tremble and offer up her pussy while her body shook uncontrollably.
By now, she should’ve cum buckets, but she hadn’t—not even once. And he showed no signs of tiring, endlessly pounding her pussy without mercy. If there was a sex marathon contest, he’d take first place for sure. Right now, Yaseong’s cock and stamina were on the level of a wild beast.
Finally, Choi Yujin couldn’t hold out any longer and surrendered.
“Okay… okay… stop…”
“Stop?”
“Uhn… I’ll do whatever you want…”
She’d lost. To his cock. Choi Yujin was pissed, but there was nothing she could do. Her pussy couldn’t defend anymore. Against Han Yaseong’s relentless cock assault, it had suffered total defeat. Not even a narrow loss or a close call—just utter, complete annihilation.
With his cock buried deep in her pussy from behind, Yaseong humped against her ass. Choi Yujin’s ass was perfection. Hand it over to someone else? Ridiculous. He’d never give it to anyone.
“So now I can do whatever I want with you, right?”
“You little bastard…”
Choi Yujin’s eyes welled up with frustrated tears. To submit because she’d lost at sex… It was humiliating, a blow to her pride. But she was still too scared to resist. Not with his cock lodged deep inside her pussy. Who knew when he’d start thrusting again? She had to tread carefully.
“I’m gonna have you, Senior Yujin. And Senior Euna too. And other women. All of them. You agree, right?”
“Uh…”
“If not, we’re going again.”
As he teased her pussy with gentle prods of his cock, she freaked out and shook her ass in panic.
“Ah, fine! Do whatever you want! Have whoever you want!”
In the end, Choi Yujin had no choice but to bend to Yaseong’s will. He’d finally gotten what he wanted, flashing a satisfied smile.
Here’s what had happened.
After dinner, as they sat on the sofa sipping coffee, Han Yaseong had laid it out for Choi Yujin.
“You’re forbidden from leaving me, Senior Yujin. You can’t go anywhere until I say so. And no meeting other guys, obviously.”
“Why the hell should I?”
“Otherwise, your pussy might get wrecked tonight.”
“What?”
Choi Yujin was floored. She’d been lenient with him, and now he was getting cocky.
“You really saying that to me?”
“For real. If I wanted, I could destroy you tonight.”
“Haha, destroy me? You’re insane.”
“Wanna test it?”
“Sure, try it. But if you can’t wreck me, you’re the one who’s done for. I’ll crush your balls.”
Annoyed, Choi Yujin took the bait. And so the sex showdown began.
But the winner was Han Yaseong, amplified by the red fruit’s stamina boost. She’d accepted a bet she could never win from the start.
For over 30 minutes, he’d held her from behind, relentlessly stabbing her pussy with his thick cock. She endured as long as she could, but that was her limit. That’s why she surrendered.
His cock was like a machine with an endless engine, pounding nonstop from behind. She couldn’t take it. After 30 straight minutes without a break, her pussy was genuinely wrecked—hypersensitive now, leaking at the slightest touch.
Yaseong kneaded Choi Yujin’s breasts freely with his hands, grinning.
“You’re mine now, Senior Yujin.”
“……Fine.”
Choi Yujin let out a long sigh. What a stupid bet. She’d become his slave. Unless Yaseong wanted otherwise, she couldn’t leave or see other men. His possessiveness was off the charts.
But she was curious about one thing.
“You really want to own me that bad?”
“Yeah. Don’t wanna give you up.”
“Even if I don’t love you?”
“Yeah. Nah, that’s not it. What’s love anyway? When you cum like this from your pussy, that’s love. See? Your pussy’s gushing.”
With his cock still buried inside, fluid was leaking from Choi Yujin’s pussy. She sighed even deeper at how sloppy her pussy had become.
“Guess I’m caught now, huh?”
“Yep. I’m never letting you go, Senior. I used to worry you’d leave, but not anymore. I’ve got you, and I’m keeping you.”
“What if I fall for another guy?”
“Then I’d snap his spine so he can’t touch you. You think your bare pussy would just sit there? I’d make you go fuck some other guy right then.”
“……”
Choi Yujin just found Yaseong terrifying. It felt like the dark depths of his nature were surfacing. He seemed destined for the evil elite—or the shadow elite. At this rate, he’d never be part of the visible upper crust.
“You’re gonna end up as the shadow elite.”
“That a thing?”
“Yeah. There are two kinds of elites. The visible ones on the surface—like chaebol heirs or politicians—and the hidden ones operating in the shadows. The surface elites are out in the open, but the underground ones stay invisible.”
“Like who?”
“Big players, for starters. Capitalists moving trillions who no average person even knows about. They never hit the media, not in Korea or anywhere else. Bill Gates might be the richest on paper, but count in the shadow capitalists, and he’s not even top 100. Their wealth is immeasurable, unknown to the world. Korea has several. The biggest post-liberation whale was so loaded that the US CIA and FBI gave up tracking his assets—they kept popping up endlessly. Rough estimate? Around 30 trillion won. That’s Korea’s true richest man. Next is around 10 trillion. But that’s chump change elsewhere. Japan has dozens with 30 trillion each. China’s exploding—tons more now. Their elites have siphoned over 400 trillion overseas. Insane, right?”
“Didn’t know that. Real wealth hides in the shadows, huh.”
“Yep. And they’re the ones investing in the visible rich. Every major Korean exec has tapped that 30-trillion guy’s money. They call him the Myeongdong Whale—no public trace. Only the top elites know him, and even they grovel to borrow. Pull his funds, and companies collapse. That’s the shadow elite. They wield massive influence without showing their faces. Gangs? Just low-level ops funded by pocket change from those shadows. True presidents of the night—or kings. I don’t know who he is exactly, but piss him off, and you’re done in this country.”
“Wild. Other countries too?”
“Of course. Started in Europe—Jews as arms dealers and moneylenders, hiding their tracks while stacking wealth. That tradition lives on. Korea can’t compete; the real shadow capital’s in Europe and the US. They yank funds, and Korea crumbles overnight. Moving tens of trillions is pocket change for them.”
“Crazy. I thought that stuff was conspiracy theory…”
“Conspiracy? Nah. The real rich were forged around WWII. Today’s global billionaires are just the frontmen—often funded by the shadows. Those true elites force their money on you for interest and control. Pressure tactics if needed. In a way, the shadows hold more power. Visible elites are flashy, but not the real bosses. Korea’s true bosses hide. They can make congressmen, presidents, sway media and opinion for max profit. Nothing they can’t do here. Politicians and presidents live in their shadow. It’s like that everywhere.”
“Then I’ll become the shadow elite.”